Page 72 of Ezekiel
“Oof!” she gasped as the cold, smooth surface of the table hit the warm skin of her back.
“Cold?” I chuckled lightly as she nodded. I shed my shirt, leaving me in nothing but my jeans, my bare feet grounded against the smooth floor. Grabbing the cuffs in one hand, I set them beside her. My hands ran over her nude form, up her ribcage, over her breasts, as I moved her hands to either side of the table above her head. The cuffs had long lengths of chain to them, letting me attach one end to her wrist, the other to the leg of the table on either side, spreading her open for me. I wanted her open, ready to be made into my most beautiful piece of artwork yet.
I attached matching cuffs to her ankles, her spread eagle form stretched out and open for me. My hands moved over her body, my fingertips tickling over the lips of her pussy, the hollow of her hipbones, and the curves of her breasts.
“You look incredible like this, my pretty little pet. All stretched out,” I cooed, grabbing a piece of ice from the cup. I leaned over her, wrapping my lips around one pert nipple and sucking the peak into my mouth. My tongue licked and laved over the flesh, teasing it into hardness.
I popped the ice cube into my mouth and took the opposite nipple into my mouth.
“Fuck!” she cried out, arching into my mouth at the cold sensation. I was dizzy from the juxtaposition of sensations. The heat of my mouth. The ice cold of the cube. I swirled it around, switching between flicking her nipple with my tongue and sliding the cube against the stiff peak.
“Sir,” she panted, arching, then trembling at the cold. I took the cube between my teeth, sliding it over her breast and down her stomach slowly, wetting her skin as it melted against her heated flesh.
I swallowed the remaining liquid in my mouth as the cube fully melted, licking along her skin as I moved down her body.
“I want you on edge for me, angel. I want you quivering and needy for me,” I spoke against her skin, my fingers trailing up her thigh and to the apex of her sex. “You’re already wet for me, love,” I teased her, my fingers tickling along the seam of her pussy.
“Sir,” she breathed in a heavy sigh.
“Yes, angel?” I questioned. I parted her wet folds, finding her heated, wet core beneath. Her clit slipped under the pads of my fingers as I kept my touch light.
“Yes, right there,” she keened, her hips shifting beneath my touch.
I grabbed another piece of ice with my opposite hand, gripping the cold cube in my hand until it began to melt. I let droplets of frigid water drip over her skin, smirking as she gasped and twitched beneath me.
“How does that feel, angel?” I coaxed, my fingers relentlessly tickling her clit with a featherlight touch.
“Cold. And hot. And so good,” she panted.
“Already so needy for me, angel. You’re so fucking wet,” I praised her, bringing my wet fingers to her lips, letting her taste her sweetness off of my fingertips. She greedily sucked them into her mouth, her eyes locked on mine as her tongue wreaked havoc over my digits. “Such a needy little thing, aren’t you?”
She nodded her head, her eyes not wavering from my gaze for a single moment.
“A greedy, needy little cunt,” I growled, my fingers finding their way back to her dripping folds. I set the ice cube down between her breasts. Her breaths came in quick pants as her heated body melted the cube slowly. I flicked my cold, wet fingers over her nipples, flicking them rapidly until she was writhing with want.
“Cum for me,” I commanded, watching as her hips arched into every touch of my fingers. She rocked back and forth, wanting my fingers inside of her, but that was not going to happen. Not yet. With a few more flicks to her needy clit, she crested, falling over the edge into her first orgasm of the night.
“Gorgeous, angel. Absolutely stunning,” I praised her, slowing my fingers down as she came back down to Earth. I moved away from her, only for a moment, to grab the lighter and the first candle. “Now, for heat.”
I watched as her eyes widened, but there was almost no fear in her eyes. Pure lust shone back at me from within their sea-glass blue depths.
“Let’s make you into art, love. I’m going to show you what it feels like first. Right here on your arm,” I explained, touching the inside of her forearm. She nodded, and I gave her a look.
“Yes, Sir,” she corrected quickly.
“Good girl,” I praised. I held her arm still, watching the wax pool inside the cavern of the candle for a moment before I tipped the deep blue wax onto her arm, holding it above her body by a little. I dripped beautifully over her forearm.
I kept my eyes glued to her face. I watched as her eyes widened, her mouth opening wide in surprise as the heat of the wax hit her system. She gasped beautifully, and then her eyes fluttered in pleasure.
“Tell me,” I urged her.
“It’s… it’s…” she began breathlessly, searching for words. I patiently waited for her to find them. “It’s incredible,” she finally sighed, the look of contentment and also bliss written on her face.
“Good. Now, I will make you art,” I promised. I dripped the deep blue wax over her body slowly, a few droplets over her collarbone, moving down to her breasts. I painted her, watching as her body reacted to each drop. She arched, then quivered a sigh. Her eyes nearly closed shut each time, but as she opened them again, I could see how deep she was sinking into that space. Into that glorious headspace we created together.
“More?” I asked her softly, and she nodded slowly. Yes, she was sinking deep for me now.
I switched out candles, opting for a burgundy red that would contrast beautifully with the foundation of dark blue I had begun. I drizzled the wax over her body, down her stomach and over her thighs, clear down to her ankles and back up again. Some places had only scattered bits of color, while others had thick pools of wax, layering over one another in beautiful patterns.
